She lived her life in asylumShe wooed me into her cellShe was a fragile explosiveShe was my plasticine dollNobody saw all the apparitionsComing to her from aboveNothing else offers the absolutionQuite like hysteria does

I miss my little maniacI'll kill you if you don't come backWe could play the scene from PsychoI know how you like that

Who's gonna steal all my razors?Who's gonna cut up my clothes?Who's gonna take all my aspirin?Who's going to overdose?And who's gonna kick in my television,In a wonderful fit of rage?And who's gonna turn on the histrionics,Like an actress on the stage?

I miss my little maniacI'll kill you if you don't come backWe could play the scene from PsychoI know how much you like that